My trip to San Francisco ended at a Subway Sandwich shop on the road towards Sacramento.
It really ended with my last blog, but this blog will take me, (and you) back to Placerville, where I was staying with my sister.
This was America at its finest: Fast Food and a lot of choices for it.
I only wanted something to sustain me for the journey back, but the choices didn’t become less because of that.
Whole wheat, or regular, short or long, this on it, but not that, plastic gloves, smiling,
Thank you sir, thank you for visiting, paper or plastic, come again soon, thank you for choosing Subway….
Always smiling, these Americans. Polite and welcoming.
Those things will be missed, I’m sure.
Fading California Memories.
Next Blog: Visiting Folsom. Shopping. Strange Trees in Placerville.